Your Monster Plot Novels & Stories

“Come in, slowly.” The gang huddled around me. “What is that, an octopus? A squid? How did you catch it?” I ushered everybody back into the hall. “We didn’t catch it. I . . . hatched it. Grew it,” I shrugged. “It was from the back of a comic book. You know, like Sea Monkeys? Only these were Sea Monsters.” I quickly told the story of hatching what I’d presumed were some kind of shrimp, all the way to my plan to release it in the ocean. I had to admit—it sounded like the ramblings of a crazy person when I said it all out loud.

Gen snorted. Monstra Fidelis – Monster Fight Club Advisor: Commander Karrin Vorax Summary: Unofficially official. First rule: don’t talk about it. Second rule: absolutely talk about it. Night duels. Monster form combat. No magic, just raw, feral brawls. Watchers can place bets. Winners gain power, respect, and invitations to secret GraveGalas. “Okay this one’s screaming my name,” I whispered. “Also, secret parties? Hell yes.”

“We need to leave the city.” “Good,” Alessio said, jaw set. “Because there’s something I need to show you.” Noa’s brow furrowed. “What?” Alessio’s grin was slow, dangerous. “Where monsters are born.” Noa’s blood ran cold. And the elevator groaned again. Footsteps. Not Dominik’s. Someone worse. A shadow darker than even Alessio. And Noa realized, too late They weren’t out of this yet. They’d just walked into the next nightmare.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

I let out a sigh and lick my bottom lip. “How do I put this… I think there’s a monster on the loose causing these murders, and somehow your sons and I are involved. It’s like history’s repeating itself. I know it sounds crazy, but I didn’t believe it was anything out of the ordinary till I read it for myself. What happens is the monster either possesses its victim or shape-shifts. I’m not sure, but it’s one of them, and the victims are usually one of the mates.” My stare drifts up to see she’s zoned out. Her face has gone pale, that whitish pallor that reminds me of the corpse I’ve seen. She doesn’t bat a lash, just remains still while she stares absently at me.

His voice is a low grumble as her speaks his idea. “We should go as soon as possible to their house, we cut the power and attack then in the dark, the two friends they have gained will be no problem because they have no way of possibly seeing us. We attack, possibly steal the female Ma Vista knock out everyone else and kill some of the next door neighbours or find some friends.” The monster stops talking, the backyard goes silent. Then I appalled, “It’s a magnificent idea.” The monsters follow my lead; one of my other monsters stands up and says.

Especially dark ones. Horatio shakes his head. "I wonder sometimes if it wasn't Gordon who created the monster. His affections were very clear." "Horatio." He faces me dead on, eyes shadowed. "Say it. Who is her biological father?" "Nicholas—" "Fucking say it." "Chandler," he says flatly. To think it is one thing. To guess it. To hear it, though, and to know it as fact, it's another thing altogether. "Chandler Carlisle-Bent hated his half-sister. He despised her, Nicholas. He raped her over months and months, and I never even saw it. Never saw what was right in front of my eyes."

she continued, “their blood responds before their minds do. That is why mates feel one another across distance. Why separation feels like illness.” Her gaze drifted knowingly toward me, though Mae had asked. “That is also why denying it can be fatal.” The candles flickered, shadows crawling across the walls. “Not everyone who is recognized should be turned,” the Ancient One said. “But those who ask. Those who step forward and choose the monster willingly—” She leaned toward us, voice lowering. “They almost always survive.” Her eyes locked fully onto mine. “Because the change does not create the darkness,” she said. “It only gives it permission.”

Abel thought grimly as he slipped deeper into the dark, “to stop chasing this monster.” This was no longer about history. It was time for catching monsters.

There's no fear in him, and his face signifies sinister. All of a sudden, the atmosphere becomes heavier, and soon enough, a shill holder dominates the whole realm. All village, all kingdoms, heard her cry of agony. Audra looks at Donovan once again, before they all disappear in a heavy mist of ice and fire. "In this realm, we are the so-called monsters. But now, I pity you, for the real monster has just been awakened." She whispers in the air, enough for him to hear.